CHICKEN EGGS

My grandmother asked my son, Little John, “What do you want to have for breakfast.”  “Oh some scrambled eggs."  She opened the refrigerator.  “Oh, we don’t have any eggs in here but you can go out into the chicken coop and see if there are any eggs there.” 

We had 12 chickens and 3 roosters.  So he ran out to the back and put his hand under a chicken who was laying there and the chicken looks at him like, what are you doing, her eyes getting real big. “What are you doing, get your hands out of there.” He took one egg.  She poked at his gloved hand.   I had told him to put on a glove when he was getting eggs from under a sitting chicken because they would poke and pinch and turn the skin. 

You always have to leave an egg so she can lay more eggs.  If she doesn’t see an egg, she wouldn’t want to lay more eggs.  Always leave one egg.  As long as they have one egg under them they’ll lay another one.  So if she has two eggs, he could take one. 

So, he went to the next chicken looking for eggs, she went, “What’s that, what are you doing?”  She had three eggs, so he took two, leaving one. He runs over to the kitchen, and said, “I found three eggs.”   Okay, you got your breakfast.   She scrambled the three eggs for him.

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